User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3124101-20120211000928/@comment-25220117-20121024195421

''The assembled vermin watched in stunned silence as the rat fell dead to the cobblestones. A weasel with a sunbleached rag tied around his head like a bandanna raised a shaking paw'' "W-when's we going out t' s-s-sea, s-sir?" ''He looked for encouragement among the other city riffraff, but not one even bothered giving him a nod. He turned back to Marconi, his eyes upon the blood-stained knife''.

''A lone searat soon came staggering out of the gloom alongside Rigoli, a sack of grain over his back, which was bended almost double under the weight. The gray-streaked shiprat soon noticed the ferret, painfully craning his neck to study him. He licked a single yellow tooth poking from his lip, before giving a polite cough as recognition dawned upon his features'' "Lost, Mister Riggellia?"